I have to admit that I have had mostly good luck with roommates. There was the bad one, but there has been some good ones. Dave, Drew and I was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. A friendship that involved such days as Tallboy Tuesdays, Shirts Off Labor Day and Pants Off Arbor Day. Now that one went off and improved his life by getting married and the other improved his life by moving away and attending seminary, I was left to find some others.
Then there was Ryan...and the Dudley Street Manor. After being initiated into the Dudley Street Mafia, hilarity ensued and crazy times were afoot. Deas came under our wing and PFC joined in for the summer. INSERT THOUGHT HERE. This dream died quickly due to graduate school.
There I was alone in the DSM, no one to hang out with and enjoy the 3bd, 1bath apartment. Then the clouds opened and the light shined through in the name of Mary and Tiffany.
If you have ever seen 3's Company...then you have an insight to our life. It has been great living with two females. We can't agree on anything because we just want to make the other two happy. Roommate dinners and roommate time rank up there. Now think back to when I told you there is only 1bath. 2 females + 1 male + 1 bath = no problem at all. We all have shower times in the morning that we rarely see each other, mainly because i sleep in and don't wake up until Mary leaves. but if I am to continue...my shit is going outside.
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"Come and knock on my door..."
That's all I could think of as I read that post.
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